"Genevieve, just look at the thing you gave birth to."Patricia slammed her thermos onto the coffee table the second I walked through the doors with my baby in my arms."He's all wrinkled, and his cry is so weak that even a person's whisper is louder than his. Even worse, he doesn't even look like Gabriel? You didn't cheat on him and have this kid with someone else, did you?"I ignored her and lowered my head to straighten the baby's swaddle. "Patricia, you were the one who brought this baby back from the hospital."Patricia's expression stiffened for a moment, and she averted her eyes. "So what if I brought him back? Who knows who his father is?"I paid her no mind and carried the baby boy into the bedroom.My seven-year-old daughter, Nina, was lying beside the bed. She blinked up at me before asking, "Mom, is Oliver asleep?"I stroked her head. "Yes."Nina rose onto her tiptoes and leaned toward the baby for a look. Then, she lowered her voice and whispered, "Mom, I pulled of
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